I don't know if I should be more disgusted or jealous of people basking in glory of money, status, other social and material comforts. But when I look at them, smiling plump faces,  I feel nothing but sad. Sad so much that the sunshine starts to appear grey. Then, I also know, that one needs money, one needs family, such is the world where I am supposed to belong. One needs both Money and Love, to be happy. 

Or Happiness is not directly related to money and/or love ? Unsure, I am. 

If only I could focus on what I have rather than what I don't, I'd be untouched or unmoved by such happy plump faces. I see these faces in backdrop of slowly dying earth and in time when soul too, may soon become understood and adulterated piece of scientific shit.